Chapter 616: The War on the Gothic Starry Sky (Twenty) It Is No Longer the Same as Before

Boom!

The earth is collapsing, the world is shattering, the war cry of the legion warriors piercing the sky is frozen in the pale time, and everything about Marquez has become blurred again, and the dust of history has been returned to time.

It's like experiencing a big dream. After losing his sustenance, Mortarion's consciousness hovers aimlessly in the sky while waiting for his return.

Everything under his feet fell into stagnation again, and then disintegrated and collapsed like all forgotten memories.

After leaving the battle, Mortarion finally regained his calm eyes and subconsciously scanned everyone in this stage-like scene;

And a kind of meaningless loss also flashed in his eyes.

"You won!" He looked at Calvin opposite him and remembered the words of the other party in the previous battle.

Failure made anger no longer overwhelm his reason, and the two brows on the face covered by the veil of corruption finally frowned.

After thinking about his gains and losses, he had to admit the failure of this battle, and it was because of this failure that he finally began to face the strange brother in front of him.

The former fallen Primarch, today's Demon Prince, said to Calvin word by word in his signature hoarse voice:

"But this is just one round, we... have a long way to go!"

"Hey~!"

Calvin grinned, and the halo reflected by his teeth was full of coldness.

Anyone could hear the hidden meaning and almost overflowing hatred of Mortarion, but this could not scare the Primarch who was also a Grey Knight.

Since his last life, the logic of things has been very simple in the eyes of this veteran:

If you win, I stand firm and take the beating;

But if you lose, don't give me a BB!

He hardly wasted a second on Mortarion's threat, but did his own thing in front of Mortarion.

On the eve of the collapse of this space due to time, Mortarion really had no way to deal with him.

"What are you doing?"

Marx's world first collapsed, then expanded and shrank instantly.

Everything that was once real and true was irreversibly disillusioned in this process, and Mortarion was ready to leave when he saw this, but when he turned around, he saw Calvin who was still busy.

"Of course, it's to recycle the spoils!"

Calvin was in a very good mood and even had time to answer Mortarion's questions. But this answer made Mortarion's heart jump:

"This is simply ridiculous!"

- In this war of concepts, he has taken the secret of "The Unbroken" from his hands, and this is not enough?

What else does he want from him?

"What recycling? What spoils?" Mortarion stopped and turned to look at Calvin warily.

The suspicious look almost penetrated the veil, and in the next second, he seemed to finally react, and then raised his hand and pointed at Calvin without regard for decency:

"You want...!"

Garo!

Mortarion has already reacted. This guy who likes to manipulate souls more than Magnus is obviously eyeing the seventh captain in his memory!

But who is Garro!

That is a special person with a strong reputation in the entire 14th Legion!

Even if Mortarion has betrayed that man, and even killed Garro himself because of the disagreement! But in his heart, he has never denied this person's merits and abilities!

And now, the thief in front of him is so shameless that he wants to rescue people from his memory!

Even if Garro is dead, even if he broke up with Mortarion before his death!

But just like that, in front of him, the reflection of the dead soul was fished out from his memory! What kind of thing is this!

"I...!"

Without a breath left, Mortarion pounced madly at Calvin, but was eventually separated by the thick barrier of time.

"%...&￥%...&!"

And Calvin, as if looking at a dog separated by bulletproof glass, calmly looked at the threatening Mortarion and the dirty words of Barbarus in his mouth, but his kung fu never stopped.

"!!!" Mortarion calmed down and looked at the flame of soul in Calvin's hand with hatred.

He had realized belatedly that although he and Calvin came from the same space and time.

But because of their different ways of entering, under the rules represented by this memory, they were still far away from each other!

But that was Garro!

His captain of the Seventh Company! He was the only one who could be called a combat captain in front of that man during the Great Crusade!

Even if he was dead and died forever in his own memory, shouldn't this be his treasure, and shouldn't it belong to him alone?

"I want it! What's the matter?" Calvin ignored the crazy Mortarion and looked carefully at the faint flame in his palm.

Among them were memories of the Death Guard that he could not tell Mortarion, and the reflection of the soul of the captain of the Seventh Company.

The latter had died long ago, and since his soul did not fall into Mortarion's hands, it should have returned to the Golden Throne.

And what was here was only the remnant of his will and the reflection of his soul.

As for the idea of ​​recycling, it was completely a sudden inspiration after the battle, before he saw this world return to silence:

As he and Mortarion saw, everything here belonged to the past, so when the fateful plot was over, the two should have seen that everything here was illusory.

But for some reason, perhaps because Garro was no longer the Garro he used to be, the reflection of his soul in this space and time had been mixed with a part of Calvin;

So when the world collapsed and everything was silent, he unexpectedly saw a little freshness of Garro's soul in the paleness!

That was no longer Garro!

That was a mark that belonged to him after combining part of Calvin's soul and breaking free from his original fate!

He shouldn't have died here quietly like this!

He deserved and should have his own independent destiny!

On a whim, Calvin began to spread his power to the nothingness under his feet.

He wanted to drag this soul with a new variable out of this solidified time!

But it's easy to say, the essence of rescuing people from time is really and truly against the law of illusion and reality!

In order to get him out as he wished, the price Calvin is about to pay is probably countless times more difficult than defeating Mortarion!

Squeak... snap...

The sound that can only be heard by Calvin is like a piercing scream!

That is the sound of the power of order in his hand breaking!

The act of wrapping Garro's soul and then lifting it up, in addition to the seemingly simple physical properties at this moment, is full of symbolic meanings in theological sense!

The first step is to use your own power as a tentacle to grab the illusory soul in the face of the counterattack and punishment of the rules!

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Calvin finally touched the soul in the noise of the steel cable being torn.

But what he has to face next is a resistance that is as unmovable as a mountain and far beyond his expected limit!

A huge amount of sweat covered his forehead in just a few breaths, and from the perspective of spiritual vision, his behavior at this moment was like a person who tried to drag a silent cruise ship in the storm with his own strength!

Not enough!

Not enough!

Not enough!

The flame of order in the soul was burning crazily, and the dark and cold crown was now filled with the blazing flames of authority!

Inside and outside the Iron Temple, countless souls have responded to his call and are helping him in his rebellious journey at this moment!

But even if he had given his all, the barrier between reality and illusion still nailed that soul in place!

What else do I have?

Calvin's consciousness had no time to think, but his instinct made a choice for him at this time.

Since the battle of Moro, the fragment of the eight-pointed star that he had torn apart was lifted up again by his soul from the spiritual ether ocean for the first time after being swallowed!

And with this heavy chip in place, Calvin seemed to hear some invisible balance, and in an instant, the gears that penetrated the soul began to turn!

Boom!

The huge roar made Calvin lose his perception, and after an unknown period of time, Calvin, who was enduring the residual tinnitus, finally saw the flame appearing in his palm!

"He is not Garo!" Calvin raised his head and said to Mortarion, who was so close and far away, after experiencing the hardships that the other party could not perceive.

The determination contained in his simple words, and the calmness and composure after going through so many hardships, shocked the angry demon primarch, and then lost his voice again.

Following his gaze, when Mortarion looked at Calvin's hand again, the Grey Knight primarch, who had mastered some of the secrets of the soul because of his own divinity, seemed to finally come alive.

He looked at Mortarion again, as if making a vow, repeating some established facts:

"At least, he is not now!"

Update, by the way, thank you for the rewards and monthly tickets that have been given to me before, because you did not give up on me, so I can climb out of the pit again.